Chapter 31
Chapter 31
Draco was hiding.
From everyone.
Most importantly the Valyrian Nobles.
And he had good reason to.
Who knew that even among the Valyrians, he would stand out? How was he to know that his split pupils and apparently ‘supernatural beauty’ marked him as the fabled dragonborn from ancient Valyrian legends?
Dragonborn, which were said to be the first generation of dragon-riders to ever exist? Dragonborn that were said to be produced from the union of a mortal and a dragon? (How is that even physically possible? Although if the first dragons had the ability to transform…)
And while no one who had ever seen Lucius Malfoy in the flesh would dare label him as something as plebeian as ‘mortal’ or call Voldemort a ‘dragon’, there was a grain of truth to the ridiculous assumption. Because who really knew what the Dark Lord’s animagus form truly was? While his appearance after rebirth did imply is was something reptilian, it could have been anything. From a Basilisk to a Box Turtle to a Dragon…
And considering the tales of dragonborn birthing the first pureblood Valyrian houses? Taking into account the Veela blood in his veins in his last life, Draco has absolutely no desire to test that ridiculous theory. Especially given the very real chance that it might be proven true.
And gaining the position of a desired prize or a priceless relic?
No thanks.
And so Draco was hiding.
Successfully.
Because who would expect the ‘ethereal dragonborn’ to look like a typical traveler from Yi Ti? No one. Thankfully.
A traveler that would leave for Volantis as soon as the panicked nobles will deign to open the gates.
And that only depended on whether or when, their desire to catch a mythical dragonborn which many consider to be a drunken hallucination, outweighs their greed. You cannot trade in isolation after all…